"I could've told you at first glance that it would've made a profit," NIGHT commented. The artisan and alchemist duo were stationed right by iris' counter, once Bistro had the gall to scold her out of not knowing other players and their handles once again. Iris had her hands full with bundles upon bundles of burlap sacks; small, yet heavy, each one being marketed off to Cardinal, weight for col.
"But imagine the toil," her companion commented, watching the last of the sacks vanish off Iris' work station. NIGHT only closed her eyes in order to avoid meeting the appraiser's tired yet satisf